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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 75
My Lesbian World My One And Only Shield I Was So Fortunate For My Time
I was introduced to lesbian love early in my teen years. I was a student at an all girl Catholic school, my first lover was an art teacher there. All the excuses, the prayers of forgiveness, the blame at the foot of the demon were there. And the deep seated desire that was awakened in me. I pursued the sex, I was open to her use of me, I gave myself, I was then a very sexually charged lesbian girl.
In the equivalent of the 8th grade we were discovered. My teacher disappeared, left the country. I was sent to another school. A mixed school. My feelings for my teacher were deep and being torn from her led to social problems, and parental rebellion. I was sent to a boarding school in Geneva, which was home to many pregnant girls from good families, and incorrigible lesbians.
I was perpetually in trouble, but my art shone through. I was graduated early and accepted at Parsons in New York. A young first year student, a thirsty lesbian girl. At Parsons I met other lesbians and we were sexually active. I graduated with a degree in Fine Arts and lived with my lesbian lover in the city.
The Viet Nam war ended, the campus protest ended, the world moved on. We settled in, worked on art, were socially active, well hidden in the lesbian world. My father became ill and my cousin came to take me home. I had been gone ten years, I was 25. My cousin cautioned me to leave my lesbian life alone.
I spent the following ten years commuting between my home and NYC. My love and girlfriend died of an embolism. I returned permanently to live with my mother, as she was a widow. My cousin was my escort, and provider of lesbian girls. One night wonders, in his lake side cottage. One of the girls he introduced to me was the daughter of an Army General. I fell in love again, and we became a couple.
Living as lesbians within society was breaking new ground. In a conservative political and religious society we stepped carefully but did not deny our relationship. In the end when everything is settled, with the benefit of hindsight, it was my cousin who protected me. He was the guardian angel, he made it possible for us to be together.
We are all older and maybe wiser, as old lesbians we live a quiet life on our farm not far from the city. I've buried my mother, my cousin is the head of the family. He was instrumental in me going to Switzerland, then Parsons. A shield for a lesbian girl.
In the equivalent of the 8th grade we were discovered. My teacher disappeared, left the country. I was sent to another school. A mixed school. My feelings for my teacher were deep and being torn from her led to social problems, and parental rebellion. I was sent to a boarding school in Geneva, which was home to many pregnant girls from good families, and incorrigible lesbians.
I was perpetually in trouble, but my art shone through. I was graduated early and accepted at Parsons in New York. A young first year student, a thirsty lesbian girl. At Parsons I met other lesbians and we were sexually active. I graduated with a degree in Fine Arts and lived with my lesbian lover in the city.
The Viet Nam war ended, the campus protest ended, the world moved on. We settled in, worked on art, were socially active, well hidden in the lesbian world. My father became ill and my cousin came to take me home. I had been gone ten years, I was 25. My cousin cautioned me to leave my lesbian life alone.
I spent the following ten years commuting between my home and NYC. My love and girlfriend died of an embolism. I returned permanently to live with my mother, as she was a widow. My cousin was my escort, and provider of lesbian girls. One night wonders, in his lake side cottage. One of the girls he introduced to me was the daughter of an Army General. I fell in love again, and we became a couple.
Living as lesbians within society was breaking new ground. In a conservative political and religious society we stepped carefully but did not deny our relationship. In the end when everything is settled, with the benefit of hindsight, it was my cousin who protected me. He was the guardian angel, he made it possible for us to be together.
We are all older and maybe wiser, as old lesbians we live a quiet life on our farm not far from the city. I've buried my mother, my cousin is the head of the family. He was instrumental in me going to Switzerland, then Parsons. A shield for a lesbian girl.
